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Weekly Contest #88
Judith Spring had been a whirlwind season for Judith. Senior year in her exclusive prep school had been filled with college prep and selection details. Debutant season had, as expected, largely featured the ever-popular Judith. Her horse, Blaze, had required even more care as the show season was approaching and she enjoyed her training sessions with her magnificent honey-colored stallion more than other aspects of her life. But now, on Sunday afternoon, the day was perfect for reading. She had found just the book, and she had cozied her...
Allah’s Mighty Sword, Part II An exclusive report on the aftermath of the pandemic from Oceanic Broadcasting Network Reporter: Ivory Strands Ms. Strands is on camera standing in a deserted street in lower Manhattan. The street and sidewalks should be clogged with cars and people, but are virtually deserted. Trash litters the usually pristine financial district. “Following the historic pandemic with world-wide consequences, it is fitting that we give a review of the year’s events. After the COVID-19 pandemic of 2020 and 2021, the world...
Weekly Contest #81
Sweets to the Sweet Candy, flowers, a fine meal with soft music and a fine wine was the assemblage that Evan associated with Valentine Day. On this occasion he had a special reason to want a special evening. Emily was a sweet girl. She had many fine qualities that Evan admired. She was as cute as hell. She was by all appearances unattached. And, most importantly she was rich. Her father had given her a generous allowance and now that she had turned twenty-one, he had further shown his love for his only child by giving a generous endow...
Weekly Contest #68
Caught in the Middle You can call it spy-craft, operations, or technology surveillance, but all too often it’s more precisely called luck—dumb luck. At least that is how James Bright assessed his recent experience—dumb luck; but he would take it. He remembered his first FBI course in clandestine operations. The syllabus cover had a picture of a shiny red apple. The second page was a rotten wormy apple core with the statement, “today’s apple is tomorrow’s core.” Such was the nature of operations. For all the assistance provided by elec...
Weekly Contest #64
A Country Interlude James was enjoying the day. Odd circumstances had brought him to the Scottish border town, but the day was cloudless with a mixture of the scent of peat and new-mown hay wafting from the moors. His rented Mini-Cooper ate up the narrow country lanes like a hungry beast. He could not help but wonder at the circumstances that brought him to the United Kingdom. Only yesterday he was commuting to work in Manhattan along the choked highways of New Jersey. Then he received the call that changed his immediate future. Aunt ...
Weekly Contest #63
A Special Brew Nat awoke feeling the chill. After a warm September, he had yet to begin to heat his apartment, but now there was a coolness in the air and a definite harbinger of the coming winter. In mid-October, fall had definitely arrived—not only on the calendar, but also in Nat’s aching muscles. After arising and getting his morning shower he descended to the street and heard the sound of rakes and even, at an early hour, the smell of burning leaves. He felt invigorated by the seasonal change, the crisp air filling his nostrils wit...
Weekly Contest #59
Relocation On this sunny day, the shoreline was to the starboard as the sun began to settle over a vast expanse of water, lowering to a distant shoreline, miles to the west. The sloop’s sails were furled, and the two-masted vessel lay against the lee side of the island. She was ready for duty, with the cannons charged and the crew anxious for action. In the waning hours of the afternoon, Captain Benjamin watched for the Queen Anne’s Revenge to appear in the setting sun. Benjamin was the swashbuckling young captain of a real fighting ship. ...
Weekly Contest #58
Lights Out The CIA station office should be a busy place, but Dan’s cubie rarely saw any action. He only received communications regarding Baltic state trans-oceanic communications. He passed the time most nights reviewing his Rosetta Stone App to try to gain fluency in different languages and dialects. Then everything changed. There was a sudden maelstrom of messages from the Russian government to Latvia. A Latvian source was in turn relaying the communications to the CIA. Apparently, an antenna array covering thousands of miles acro...
Weekly Contest #55
Sam Newsome Sylvie and Pike The family was gathered at the New Year. The patriarch of the family, old Sam, was now ninety-five years old and had the entire large family crowded in the living room for the traditional story-telling. “Children, I have a story for you, perhaps it’s more of a confession, but if I don’t tell this now, the entire story may be lost forever.” The family thought that they knew all of old Sam’s stories. Little Tommy rolled his eyes and complained, “You’re not going to tell us about your one room schoolhouse again...
Weekly Contest #52
Sam Newsome 1161 words Family Matters This warm spring day was made for being outdoors. The afternoon rays of light played on the swing sets as an unseasonably warm breeze rustled the early foliage overhead. Doc sat on one of the well-used park benches as he watched an energetic young girl chase butterflies across the playground. The idyllic scene is only momentarily interrupted when a young mother approaches pushing a stroller. Doc had occasionally seen the mother pushing the pram, but had never spoken. She took a seat on the bench ...
Weekly Contest #49
The Sorting Saddam Hussein (b. April 28, 1937; d. December 30, 2006) Gerald R. Ford (b. July 14, 1913 d. December 26, 2006) God must have a great sense of humor, or at least an appreciation of irony. Allow your imagination to roam regarding events of a few years ago. Envision a large anteroom. This is a typical room that can be found in any bureaucracy. The lighting is typically sub-optimal and the air is slightly astringent and almost medicinal. The walls are an unremarkable institutional color. They are that ubiquitous blue-green-...
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